Pure in my wants

I am as pure as a fresh blanket of snow, untouched.
I am as naive as a little girl of six.
as innocent as I want to be. and as free as you hate to see me.
I have the curves of a grown woman.
And the mouth of a bitch.
and the attitude of a young woman of 21.
I look nothing like I sound.
I walk nothing like I look.
I act nothing like you'd expect.

But, when did I start to live up to your image?

When I wanted to be the touched snow.
When I wanted to grow up.
When I wanted you to capture me, and my mind corrupted by you.
When I wanted my curves to be owned by you.
When I wanted you to silence my mouth.
When I wanted you to look at my walk and listen to my sound.
When I wanted you to predict every one of my moves just right.
I lived up to your image the moment I decided I wanted YOU.